Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Magic of Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer

"Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer
You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen.,
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all?

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Had a very shiny nose,
And if you ever saw it,
You could even say it glows.

All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names;
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say:
Rudolph with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

Then how the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,
You'll go down in history."

Okay, I’ll admit it. As a wittle kid I loved Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer ~ ever since I heard the song, whether it was Gene Autry or Burl Ives singing, I don’t know. I know it was probably before kindergarten. And, gee, was I ever enchanted the first time I saw the animated version. I could hardly wait for the next holiday season of TV. Rudolph, Santa, the North Pole, all of it seemed so real to me, I could hardly believe it wasn’t.
Ah, the pains of growing up. But, we won’t go there. Not the painful part, that is...

But, okay, I did grow up and developed a sex-rated side to my personality.
When I originally wrote the following scene, I had no clue whatsoever it would turn out as it did...I just let my heroine and hero...well, be themselves...

The Naughty Version of Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Ever wonder just how sexually naughty a carnal cherub can be?
Be warned, this ain’t one of those adorable little cherubs decorating holiday cards and gift items.
The original order of Cherubim were fierce warriors for the Divine. Carnal cherubs have been created to live in both the celestial and material realms. They serve the Divine as warriors, carrying out missions for the Good of All.

Holiday excerpt from WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~

“The diner looks like an early sixties place, even the Christmas decorations. All we need is snowfall.” Sedona dismounted, took off her helmet, and glanced outside. She saw no one.
“Underground walkways,” Volcano explained. ”This way, foxy lady.”
He offered his hand, grinned so adorably his angel woman didn’t refuse. She grasped his hand, trusted his lead. A priceless gift to his heart, his heart for her.
A side panel opened. He lead her down a short flight of stairs, then up a short flight into the diner.
“Looks as advertised,” she whispered to his ear. Only the people, about thirty of them, were eclectic, except for the flannel shirts and the ubiquitous denims. And the smiling faces. Sedona hadn’t seen smiles like that in forever. She couldn’t help smiling inside.
“Volcano!” a distinguished male voice hailed.
“Don’t be surprised. He likes to play Santa.” Volcano held out his hand.
“Eldridge,” he greeted boisterously.
Sure enough, Eldridge was Santa sans the pot belly, and sans the elderly age.
“And what do you want for Christmas, angel Sedona?” Elridge jovial asked, his dark blue eyes gleaming.
“The dismantling and destruction of the New World Order,” she promptly answered.
“On Santa’s list. How about a candy cane in our north pole hot chocolate?”
“Is my name and hot chocolate craving transmitted on some celestial channel?” Sedona smiled only because he was so Santa charming.
“Santa knows all. Sees all. Mostly, Santa isn’t a voyeur,” he happily assured, gave Volcano a knowing wink.
“I don’t get to sit on Santa’s lap, do I?” Sedona naughty swiped at Volcano, squeezed his hand.
“My lap,” he possessed. Sitting down in the booth, he grabbed her onto his lap.
“Oooh, Santa, he’s such a brute with me.” Sedona clung to Volcano’s neck, raised her shoulders, then wiggled, just a little. “My goodness, I wonder if you have a stocking that big,” she crooned, Marilyn Monroe breathless.
Santa Elridge laughed like a bowl full of jelly. “Hot chocolate and merry berry pancakes on the way.” He pivoted from them wisely.
“Want to see ‘how big’?” Volcano whispered lust into his woman’s ear. “I’m glowing like Rudolph the reindeer’s nose, for you.”
“Take it out only if we’re flying through fog, delivering presents to all the good little boys and girls,” Sedona sarcasm whispered.
“Red and glowing, I’m delivering this gift to you later. I’ll create all the fog you want,” Volcano passionate whispered, his lips pressing the delicate lobe of her ear.
Melting, her eyes shut, her heart pounding elation, she whispered, “Naughty, naughty, cherub.”
“Just a peek,” he bad boy enticed. Gently, he placed her next to him.
“Not fair!” she whispered. “What if I like what I see? Want it?”
“I promise an early Christmas present.” His voice was pure wicked invitation.
“Just a peek,” she relented, even as he shifted toward her, undid his pants.
Sedona inhaled sharply, her eyes grew two sizes too big. “Rudolph’s nose!” she whispered, hyperventilating. His tip protruded, bright, bright, glowing red. Enormous.
“Merry Christmas,” he seductively whispered. Gripping her hand, he touched her fingertip to his red engorged tip.
The sweetest sensation of bliss filled her. “My god, Merry Christmas,” she softly moaned.


“Don’t you dare let Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, out to bad cherub,” Sedona scolded, before she dismounted from the flyer cycle.
The instant her boot made contact with the snow-covered ground, she slipped on the ice beneath. Flailing her arms wildly, she managed to tilt her body backwards. Her butt smacked the cement-like floor of the timber forest, the thud seeming to echo between the mountain ranges surrounding them.
“If you laugh,” she irately dared. Rubbing her smarting derriere, she watched him effortlessly dismount, then pivot toward her. “Oh, go ahead. Why not?” She grimaced, tempted to laugh.
Her cherub removed his helmet, his gaze beaming with purply amusement, With a wave of his hand, he removed hers. “No, do not move, my woman,” he mock-warned, then frowned for real when she moved to stand. “I must check for any injury done to your precious bottom.”
Her jaw dropped for a moment, but she stayed put. “No, you will not.”
Before she could blink, he pounced, trapping her beneath him. Manhandling her with an ease she found disconcerting, he flipped her over on her stomach, then straddled her.
“No, Aru,” she gasped out, her hands clutching at his when he took hold of her pants. “What about Aru?”
“He’s asleep, snug and warm in the bag.”
“My butt’s going to freeze...” But he was already pulling down the leather-like pants. “My face is going to freeze. No!”
“A very quick inspection,” he promised, smoothing his hands over the generous curves of her ass.
Seconds later, an amazing warmth spread over her derriere and through her body. “Ooooh, that feels good.”
“This is going to feel even better.”
“What are you doing, you decadent cherub?” Sedona scowled at only whiteness, her face a scant inch above the snow.
“Rudolph enjoys romping in the snow.”
“Rudolph can enjoy the ‘inside’ of the cabin. If he’s...”
He rolled her over swiftly, his hands gripping her butt cheeks. Sedona stared into the white lightning of his eyes. “Rudolph’s nose feels like an inferno,” he growled. His cock struck inside her exposed feminine folds where the cold air had just blasted.
Sedona glowed deliciously. The stabbing blaze of his manhood in contrast to the chill seizing her face and her naked hips, took her like an unexpected storm. Surrendering, she tilted her sex to his rutting thrusts.
“Your mouth,” he commanded. Swooping down, he melded their lips together, his kiss a scorch of passion that touched her soul.
Sedona arched upwards, spiking her fingers into his glorious thick mane of hair. She held tightly kissing him with all the wanton recklessness inside her, the wildness claimed by no other man. He plunged faster inside her, sizzling her sheath with rapture, sending shards of ecstasy up her loins...winging her skyward.
Squeezing her butt like a savage, he lunged deep, shattering her into crystalline bliss, into an orgasm she felt enter him, then explode through him.
“Merry Christmas, my angel woman.”
“Yes, it is.”

Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.
Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
[paranormal erotic romance]



Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ ~


Savanna Kougar said...

Happy Holidays!

Lindsay Townsend said...

Sexy and charming! A real treat! Thanks, Savanna.

Lexie O'Neill said...

Merry Christmas! I'm so impressed you got this done! It's the day after Christmas and I'm just now checking the blog...
I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! And more to come,

Savanna Kougar said...

Thank you, Lexie, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours!